In Passion Swept

And Death shalt come to Rid the Filth of the Earth
To Separate the Liar from the Wise...
I Drown in Thoughts; What is the Reason for My Existence?
Pleasures seem only to be Enjoyed by Those who sense no Guilt
Not even the Cruelest Love can be this hard
Solemn Youth I Witness once Crying; now Dying in Dreams
As We Struggle to be Awakened
The Heat on our Lips has Burned the Passion away from Our Hearts...
Sense the Flames Embracing the Two of us as
We stand Calm sunken Beneath a Soulless Chaos..
Watching our Empire Falling into Ruins...
I Caress the Soil the Remains of my Past
And my Crystals Darken with Tears
Try to Breath Your Sardonic Harmony into my World of Grief
and You will Kill What's left of Me!
The Fundament to My Existence is now, but an Empty Shell
No longer of Flesh and Spirit... No Salvation Found through Harmless Joy
For the Fear of Death dwells within the Eyes of Every Mortal Man
Growing stronger for every Hour Passing
Spinning our Destinies Together like the Greatest of All Tragedies...
Sorrow offers Compassion but what is Compassion Worth?

...Looking back at the Memories I Realize
What I Sought Cannot Be Found...